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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/23294872">Can you hear me out there (Can you help me I'm scared)</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/artsyleo/pseuds/artsyleo'>artsyleo</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>EastEnders (TV)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Angst, Canon Compliant, Episode Fix-it, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt No Comfort, Literally just angsty Callum sorry, M/M, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-03-24</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-04-01</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-01 11:40:45</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,225</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/23294872</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/artsyleo/pseuds/artsyleo</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Ben has two types of angry, that Callum knows of. There's horny-angry Ben; when something has pissed him off and all he wants to do is fuck until he can't think straight any more. But then there's self-destructive-angry Ben. This one Callum can never work out- he usually just has to deal with the aftermath of it. This is the angry Ben where he's so furious at the world, all he can do is just self-destruct.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Callum "Halfway" Highway/Ben Mitchell</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>16</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>88</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>1. Can you hear me out there (Can you help me I'm scared)</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Trigger warning - graphic depictions of a panic attack, and disordered thinking about getting/asking for help. If this could trigger you, please don't read!</p>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>Ben has two types of angry, that Callum knows of. There's horny-angry Ben; when something has pissed him off and all he wants to do is fuck until he can't think straight any more. Callum's seen that Ben more than a few times- and he has very few complaints there; in fact, it's probably some of their best sex. Horny-angry Ben can't be reasoned with- maybe after it they'll talk, Callum will hold him in the afterglow and they'll talk some of it through, Ben's back to Callum's chest so that he can hide from his boyfriend's eyes, as if he thinks he will see disgust in them, or even shame, embarrassment. Often, it's also to hide the tears that Ben will end up crying into Callum's chest. Yeah, this type of angry-Ben Callum knows how to deal with.<br/>
But then there's self-destructive-angry Ben. This one Callum can never work out- he usually just has to deal with the aftermath of it. This is the angry Ben where he's so furious at the world, all he can do is just self-destruct. Before they'd got together, this Ben meant getting blind drunk and hooking up with whoever was closest. Sometimes, Callum fears it still does. But more often than not now, this Ben just means getting so pissed he can't walk straight, shouting at someone innocent for something they probably haven't done, and Callum getting a call from Ruby or Tina in the middle of the night to 'come and pick up your boyfriend, he's wasted again'. Callum hates this Ben- not just because him and this Ben get into more fights, but because he hates seeing his boyfriend in so much pain, and not being able to help him; there's no helping self-destructive Ben. You just have to wait till he's done.<br/>
Self-destructive-angry Ben has been showing his face almost constantly for the last week or so- anger always simmering under the surface of Ben's skin, often showing through on his face. Callum can tell that he's just terrified- he's been thrust into a very new world with no warning, very quickly and Ben just doesn't understand, and Callum feels for him. All he wants to do is help his boyfriend, but he just doesn't know how.<br/>
-<br/>
Callum hears the door to the club slam behind him, but he can't quite bring himself to watch Ben leaving him- again. He just wants to grab the other man and plead with him to stay, apologise for everything that's happened, and just get Ben to stay with him, just for a minute, because he can feel that this isn't going to end well, but he doesn't. Because when Ben's like this, there's no reasoning with him, even if Callum's intentions are good.<br/>
But he can feel his breathing picking up, and all he wants to do is wrap himself in his boyfriend's arms, because he's so scared. He hasn't yet had the chance to talk to anyone about the kidnapping, so no one knows that he's not had a good night's sleep since, and that he's been having more panic attacks too, which always wreak havoc with his dodgy ribs. But Ben doesn't need that extra stress right now--which is why Callum is often left gasping for breath with Ben in the bed beside him, blissfully unaware. And it's why Callum doesn't call him back now, when he can feel the panic attack creeping up on him.<br/>
He knows it's probably Danny and his henchman that triggered it- he can't quite get that man's grip out of his head, just a little too much like Keanu's, holding him rigid so that there's a just-noticeable pull on his ribs. But just the thought of it sends him straight back to that warehouse, the voice grip of Danny's henchman on his wrists just a little too much like the grip of the chains that settled there for days.<br/>
He's back there- in reality he knows he's still in the club, the bass of the music pounding through the soles of his feet- but all he can see is the darkness of the warehouse surrounding him, all he can smell is the old metal, and the coppery tinge of his own blood dried on his face. His back hits something, and suddenly he's sinking to the floor, hands coming up to grip harshly at his hair and he just wants to scream for help. He wants Ben- needs his boyfriend to remind him that he's not there any more- Ben found him, Ben rescued him.<br/>
Ben- the man who didn't give up on him, even when the police told him it was hopeless. The man who was texting him all through the ordeal as if maybe Callum would sense that he wouldn't give up. Yet, now Callum feels just as alone. He wishes he could just put all of this aside, wishes that Ben could see that Callum just wants to help. He wishes that Ben could just hold him, like they used to hold each other. He wishes none of this had ever happened- but it has, and that's the worst thing; there's nothing callum can do about it.<br/>
Before he can stop himself, he's outright sobbing on the floor of the club, curled up against the wall. His ribs are screaming at him because he's still panting for breath, but he can't quite gather the willpower to try and get it under control. It vaguely comes to him that Ruby will probably be back soon- he can vaguely recall that Ben hired the club for two hours, and it had been just over one when callum had walked in. He hadn't checked his watch, but he was fairly certain it had been a while since he'd appeared at the door. He can't quite bring himself to care, though- he knows he would hate for anyone to find him like this, but he can just deny it, blame or on the pain in his ribs, laugh it off, because that's what everyone expects of Callum Highway, the joker, the quiet, innocent boy, the ex-soldier.<br/>
If only they knew.<br/>
He's going lightheaded now, and it vaguely comes to him that if he doesn't start making an effort to calm his breathing, he's going to pass out, and that is something that makes his blood run slightly cold. If he passes out, Ruby will almost certainly call an ambulance, which would mean hospitals, and therapists, and weeks of being the gossip of the square.<br/>
So he grips his hair harder, and counts his breathing in his head, trying to think of anything but the loneliness that is slowly taking over his heart.<br/>
-<br/>
By the time Ruby walks in, she's none the wiser. She smiles at him sympathetically when Callum has no answer to the question of Ben's whereabouts. But she doesn't notice the shake in Callum's hands, or the way his hair is now messed up from his hands tugging at it. No one notices, even when he walks back through the square. He makes up some lie when Mick catches him to ask how the assessment went, and he wanders back to his own flat, for the first time in about a week. Luckily, Stuart isn't there, and so he just collapses into his own bed, his heart heavy.</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. Can you hold me (Can you show me the light)</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Summary for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
            <p>No one finds out. For a while, maybe a week or so, it's fine. Ben and Callum have it out, they fight and make up again, and Callum is so happy, but there's still that nagging doubt there at the back of his mind. That nagging bit of anxiety, because there are just some things that he can't get out of his head; like Danny's words-<br/>We will be on your doorstep. In your nightmares.</p>
          </blockquote><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Trigger warning - as with the first chapter of this fic, there is a pretty detailed description of a panic attack. If this could be triggering, please don't read x</p></blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>No one finds out. For a while, maybe a week or so, it's fine. Ben and Callum have it out, they fight and make up again, and Callum is so happy, but there's still that nagging doubt there at the back of his mind. That nagging bit of anxiety, because there are just some things that he can't get out of his head; like Danny's words-<br/>

We will be on your doorstep. In your nightmares.<br/>

Because shit, he's right, and Callum hates to say that about a criminal, but he's right. The man does haunt his nightmares, along with Keanu, most frequently, sometimes even Chris and all the people that he watched (let) die in the army. Its just- those words, they're so direct that he can't shake them. What if Danny's onto him? What if Danny was more cross than he let on with Ben, because that's how this all started out last time, isn't it? That's how Keanu got his hands on him, and, fuck; Callum knows he won't survive doing all that again. That cycle of being chained and beaten, left freezing on the warehouse floor, scared, hoping, screaming silently for help-<br/>
They don't really talk about it, which Callum's fine with. He thinks that bringing up Keanu around Ben will just set him off again, and the two of them are finally happy, and Callum wants to do anything to stop the guilt that he's sure will slide onto Ben's face when he finds out that Keanu is still torturing Callum. So he doesn't say anything. He allows the bliss of Ben finally saying those three words overtake him - because, fuck, it is bliss, it's everything he's always wanted to hear from Ben and more - and he allows himself to get lost in the happiness, the gentleness, the love of it all, because why not? He's fine, he really is okay.<br/>

(He's not.)<br/>

It takes a week after the Danny incident for anything to come back to him, and a lot has happened since then. Callum thinks that maybe it's only been that long because of everything else, and maybe he's right for once. Dennis' funeral, Phil returning, the Sharon vs Phil showdown (which, he tries not to admit, is a little fun to watch). But as soon as Phil's done with Sharon, he turns on Ben, because of course he does- he expects Ben to just be at his heel like a well-trained puppy, ready to abandon everything else in his life for his shit excuse for a father. And maybe, had Phil come back just a few days ago, he would have stood by his father, purely out of the need to prove himself.<br/>

But, Callum can say with no small amount of pride, Ben doesn't. Sure, Ben's still not exactly fond of Sharon, but when he allows himself to feel it, Dennis' death does get to him, and maybe he admits to himself that he knows a little of what she's going through at least - a little of knowing what it's like to lose someone that you love. But, with Sharon or not, he stands firmly against Phil, the man who abandoned him when he needed him the most. The man who ran away so easily after the boat crash, with so little care as to what happened to the scraps of his family that were left behind.<br/>

(And maybe, to some extent, it's a good thing, that the Mitchell family is now in tatters - because maybe Ben won't feel quite so pressured to live up to a name that means less and less.)<br/>

At one point in the argument Phil does turn to Ben, expecting his support, but Ben stares back at him resolutely. He doesn't know how much of what Phil says Ben can actually understand, or whether Phil actually bothered to find out about Ben's hearing loss, but whatever fear Ben still holds, he doesn't show on his face when he tells Phil that 'you're on your own, Phil. I don't owe you nothing'.<br/>

(Callum thinks it's huge in itself that Ben calls him 'Phil' rather than 'dad'. It's that acknowledgement that reminds him of Ben's own words from months ago now - he's just some bloke that got your mum pregnant, and, fuck, he's so proud.)<br/>

But between all that, very little else goes on around the square. It's all anyone ever really talks about for a few days after, because the square is constantly a hive of gossip, even when there's nothing going on, so an event like a Mitchell showdown brings out the worst in the gossipers of the square. He and Ben mostly hide away from prying eyes in that time, mostly in bed (not that Callum's complaining at that) which gives them time to settle again, and it's nice. After the past few weeks, it's the least they deserve, just some alone time.<br/>
-<br/>
Of course, in the mess that has been Callum's life over the last year, since returning to the square, nothing stays quiet for long. It's about a week after the Mitchell showdown. He's just escaped their bed, only because he needed to get milk from the minute mart, and Ben forced him to run to the pharmacy for more lube because he is *not* risking running into anyone seeing him buy that (he may be less of a baby gay now, but the thought of anyone seeing him buy anything like that still makes him cringe). At this point, even he can admit that he looks terrible. His hair is probably all spiked, from Ben running his fingers through it (which has got to be a kink of his at this point, but they haven't had the kink chat yet) and he's wearing sweatpants with what could be one of Ben's shirts, and the grey hoodie Ben loves so much. He's hoping no one is going to stop him, especially now that he's got it all in his hands, and he just wants to get home because Ben's not stopped texting him, and god he loves his boyfriend.<br/>

So, of course, it's just fucking typical when he runs right into Ruby. He's really starting to get why people (read: Shirley) used to call him halfwit.<br/>

It's when he looks down and realises that he's thrown the lube at her feet, which she's now looking at with an eyebrow raised, that the mortification really hits him. Before he can really say anything, he can feel the all-too familiar tightening of his chest, and all he can think is, fuck, not here.<br/>
"Shit, s-sorry, Ruby," Callum starts to stay, but she just sighs, smiling when she passes the offending object back to Callum, who shoves it quickly back in his pocket.<br/>
"How's Ben doing?" She asks sympathetically.<br/>
"He- he's getting there- look, sorry, I-"<br/>
"Callum, are you okay?" She asks suddenly, and Callum just stares back, confused. "Only, I was checking over the CCTV for the club and- that day Ben hired it out, you were in there on your own..."<br/>
At that, Callum's mind just goes blind with panic, because she knows.<br/>
She knows about his little weakness.<br/>
She knows, and she's going to tell everyone- fuck, she's going to tell Ben.<br/>
"Callum-"<br/>
"Sorry- I've gotta get ba-back to Ben," he says, not looking back up at Ruby, and runs away like a coward instead, back in the direction of his flat.<br/>
-<br/>
Luckily, no one else stops him. Unluckily, by the time he makes it back inside the flat, he can feel the panic attack gripping him. He sits down heavily against the bottom step, head in his hands again. He hates that it even crosses his mind, but at least Ben won’t hear him here. He won’t have even heard the door open, so at least he can keep this secret for a little while longer-<br/>
“Callum?”<br/>

Shit.<br/>

Callum flinches heavily, almost falling from the bottom step because, of course, he hasn’t embarrassed himself enough today. He looks up at a concerned-looking Ben and smiles, hoping stupidly that his face doesn’t betray how he’s really feeling. Ben’s face though is shot with worry, which makes Callum wonder if maybe he’s been sat there for longer than Callum had anticipated.<br/>

“S-sorry, I’m… fin-fine,” Callum says, all too fast, so Ben probably didn’t understand a word of it, which is fine because it was an obvious lie anyway. Ben comes down the stairs slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, carefully, slowly, and Callum hates it. He’s always hated people tiptoeing around him, but he just doesn’t have the energy to argue, and it’s getting more and more difficult to breathe. Not for the first time today, that horrible thought shoots through his head that he’s somewhat glad that Ben can’t hear him right now, because then he can’t hear the pathetic whimpers that keep escaping Callum’s mouth, and god he hates it, he hates it so much-<br/>
Ben places his hand on Callum’s arm, and Callum flinches again, hard, which just makes Ben frown even more. He comes down past Callum, kneeling in front of him on the cold floor.<br/>
“Hey, just look at me, okay? You’re alright, it’s just me,” Ben says, and Callum can feel the embarrassed blush climbing his cheeks already because he hates that Ben has to help him with this; he hates that the man he’s not-so-slowly fallen for feels so obligated to help his fuckup of a boyfriend-<br/>

Ben’s hand strokes across his back, and that’s when he realises that he’s got his head down now, crammed between his knees with his hands tugging on his hair. It’s something he thinks he must have always done, something that Jonno had always picked up on as one of his annoying habits. His hands must tighten in his hair at that, because Ben’s hands are over his now, stroking gently, as if trying to soothe the tense muscles.<br/>
“Baby, listen to me. You’re okay, just listen to my voice, alright? I don’t know what happened, but you’re alright here, Cal. Just take some deep breaths with me.”<br/>

Callum can’t help but give in to the lure of his boyfriend’s soothing voice, because, as long as he’s had panic attacks, no one has ever dealt with them like this. Stuart was never really the soft and cuddly type, just used to sit silently with Callum whilst it happened, which, at the time, was a miracle. It had mainly just freaked Whitney out – she’d been so confused the first time it happened, bless her, and had completely freaked. Ben, though? His voice right now feels like a lullaby, soothing and gentle, something familiar and so, so calming. It feels like a warm hug on a cold day, like being embraced, taken in by something oh so familiar. It’s the feeling of Ben saying that he loves him for the first time, the feeling of that single moment, and so many more; so many more late nights and early mornings when it’s just the two of them, wrapped up in their little cocoon. Because that’s the power that his boyfriend has over him; that is just how much they love each other.<br/>

When Callum comes back to himself, Ben’s chin is resting against his forehead, and his hands are lax in Ben’s, the man’s soft fingers stroking gently over his knuckles. He vaguely recognises that he can breathe better now, and the voice in his head that maybe he should ignore a little less shouts that this is why you should have just told him in the first place, you idiot. Ben’s still muttering something unintelligible, the sound of his voice vibrating against Callum’s forehead, and it almost makes Callum want to smile, because Ben is so cute. He can feel the tears that probably started falling from his cheeks a while ago, and that sends a burst of shame through him that manages to tear away the comfort that he’d just managed to build up, and leaves him feeling slightly cold again.<br/>

“You back with me?” Ben whispers into his hairline, oh so gently.<br/>
Callum nods carefully, moving his head out of his knees to look up at Ben. It jars Callum for a minute when he looks up at Ben, the worry that’s painted over Ben’s face. There are unshed tears in his eyes, and he looks terrified, and guilty. Callum reaches a hand up to stroke his thumb across Ben’s cheek, catching a stray tear.<br/>
“Ben, ‘m so sorry-“<br/>
“Nope, you are not apologising to me for that. It’s not your fault, Callum. Alright? Just- talk to me. Did something happen?” Ben says gently, clasping his hand on Callum’s knee.<br/>
Callum sighs. There’s no way he’s getting out of this now. “You wanna talk upstairs?”<br/>
Ben nods gently, and backs up, holding his hand out to help Callum up from the step. As soon as he pulls himself off his ass, it’s like Callum’s legs just give out, because suddenly his legs are shaking so much, and he’s leaning heavily on Ben.<br/>
“Woah, you falling for me all over again, mister?” Ben laughs gently, looking at Callum with such worry and such adoration in his eyes that it’s overwhelming. “Let’s get you upstairs, then.”<br/>
-<br/>
Ben is so gentle, helping Callum carefully up the stairs on shaking legs, and Callum can’t help but think that it’s way more than he deserves.  But Ben helps him nonetheless, before going over to stick the kettle on, and making a cup of tea with plenty of sugar, and a little milk, just the way he knows Callum likes it. It’s strange, just how much that makes Callum’s heart race – they’re so domestic already, and it makes him blush. Callum reaches for the cup gratefully, and grounds himself through the feeling of the warmth seeping through the ceramic of Callum’s favourite mug (an old, ugly one, with a faded superman logo on, that Ben had gotten him a while ago).<br/>

“You’re procrastinating,” Ben says, smiling gently. Callum sighs, leaning forward to place his cup on the coffee table in front of them. He goes to reach for his phone, but Ben stops him.<br/>

“Just, speak slowly. It might help you to say it.”<br/>
“I haven’t been very honest with you.”<br/>

And so Callum tells him. He lets it all go; how he’s still haunted by the army, and all the things that had happened out there; how he can’t get Keanu out of his head; how much Danny had scared him last week; how, somehow, Jonno is still there in his head, feeding every insecurity like logs on a fire. How he’s always felt weak about this part of him. How he’s always had to suffer through panic attacks, but recently they’d been so much worse. Part of him is relieved to say it all; so much of this had been festering away in his head for so long that it’s a relief it say it all, if only to stop it from rattling around every moment of every day. There’s also a part of him, the part of him that’s probably still mostly made up of Jonno and his prejudices, that tells him that Be is going to think that he’s weak, but he tries to ignore that voice for now – if Ben didn’t care, he wouldn’t have helped Callum through his last panic attack how he did.<br/>

Ben nods every so often, when Callum checks over his face to ensure that he can follow okay. He has to remind himself every so often to keep his voice level and slow, but Ben just keeps staring intently at him, encouraging his words. When he’s done, it feels like a huge weight off his shoulders, and he sighs, picking up the mug of tea in front of him again and taking a sip.<br/>
“I’m so proud of you, ya know,” Ben whispers, his voice soft. “Thank you for doing that.”<br/>
Callum just smiles back at him. “Thanks for being patient.”<br/>
“Don’t bite my head off, but I think, maybe, we should look into a therapist,” Ben says so gently, like he’s afraid of breaking the fragile bubble of softness that surrounds them now, but, quite frankly, Callum’s too tired to argue otherwise, and hey, maybe he does need some help.<br/>
So he nods carefully at Ben. “Okay.”<br/>
“Thank you, Callum.” Ben says. “Now, I think it’s time for a nap, then maybe we can put your purchase to good use, hey?”<br/>
Callum laughs at that, because of course, Ben’s still thinking of the lube that’s shoved unceremoniously in Callum’s jacket pocket. Then, fuck, he remembers.<br/>
“Oh God, I chucked the lube at Ruby,” he says, and he can feel the blush climbing his cheeks immediately.<br/>
“You- what?”<br/>
“I was rushing back from the shop ‘cause you were texting me, and I ran into her, and I had the bag in my hand… oh fuck.”<br/>
Ben lets out the best laugh Callum has heard out of him in days, because, evidently, he finds his boyfriend’s misery so amusing. “Oh, I wish I’d been there for that.”<br/>
“Shut up, you!”<br/>
-<br/>
Later, when they’re both tucked into bed, and Ben’s asleep on his chest, Callum reaches for his phone quietly, desperate not to shift Ben too much. He finds Ruby’s contact in his phone (why he has it, he’s not entirely sure) and types out a new message.<br/>

Hi, it’s Callum – I just wanted to say I’m sorry for running off earlier, and thank you. I talked to ben about what happened, and I’m going to take care of myself. Thanks for looking out for me, and I’ll try not to throw my shopping at you next time :)<br/>

Then he puts his phone on mute, because anything else can wait until the morning. Right now, his biggest priority is the man asleep on his chest – the man that, every day, he falls a little more in love with.</p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
          <p>This is wholly down to the two lovely people who commented on this fic last time asking for a second part - this wouldn't have been written without your kind words, so thank you so much x<br/>Also I'm actually really happy with this, I was having a lot of doubts about my writing today, but this has given me a real boost, and any comments are soso appreciated. Also also I have a thing for Ben calling Callum 'baby' and 'Cal' which I fully utilise in this fic w/ no regrets :))) Hope you're all doing well and staying safe!<br/>Leo x (come see me on tumblr @artsy-highway)</p>
        </blockquote><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>This came to me when I was rewatching last nights, because I feel like it looks like Callum's about to have a panic attack when the camera cuts after Ben walks out. Sorry this is just pure angst, I just needed a quick one-shot to get me back into writing. Hope it's not too bad!<br/>Hope you're all doing okay and staying safe! <br/>Leo &lt;3 (@artsy-highway on tumblr)</p></blockquote></div></div>
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